Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 22

The very first thing Eliza did upon returning to Gwen's riverfront penthouse was call her lawyer.

"Mr. Sterling, please draft a new divorce agreement."

On the other end of the line, Arthur Sterling paused in surprise. "Ms. Shaw, wasn't the previous agreement already sent to Mr. Roth?"

"That one needs to be adjusted," Eliza stated, weighing her words carefully.

"He's about to hold a public wedding soon, and I don't want any legal or nominal ties to him whatsoever. I imagine he wouldn't want to bear the infamy of bigamy, either."

"In the new agreement, I'm walking away with nothing. I don't want a single asset. The only condition is that he signs it immediately."

Since Zander was in such a rush to give his 'good sister' a proper title, she would play the gracious host and clear the way for him.

Hanging up the phone, a glass of warm milk was pressed into her hand.

Gwen, clad in silk pajamas, casually flipped her freshly curled hair and scoffed. "Leaving with nothing? Eliza, you're letting that blind bastard off too easily! If you ask me, we should sue him until he doesn't even have a dime to his name!"

"Let it go, Gwen." Eliza took the milk, the warmth seeping into her fingertips slightly easing her pale complexion.

"Let it go, I'm truly exhausted. I just want to buy some peace."

"Fine." Gwen pouted, sitting down next to Eliza and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Wasting brain cells on that scum is an insult to our intelligence anyway. I've got everything packed, so you don't need to worry about a thing. For the next few days, you're rolling with me to eat and drink the finest. We're going out to sea to unwind! Is your hand feeling better? Let me see."

"Look, it's all healed. We can leave anytime!"

A week later.

The crowd on the deck thickened as tourists who usually stayed in their cabins emerged to take photos. Among them wove several busy staff members, hurriedly transporting large cooler boxes.

Eliza sat on a lounger on the top deck, head bowed as she flipped through an art book, completely ignoring the bustling crowd. Gwen lay on the beach chair next to her, wearing sunglasses and comfortably enjoying the ocean breeze.

Just then, a group of scantily clad women gathered nearby, their excited gossip drifting over intermittently with the wind.

"Hey, did you guys hear? There's a wedding being held on this yacht the day after tomorrow!"

"Of course I heard! Did you see those cooler boxes? Those are rose boxes! Filled entirely with imported Bulgarian roses! I heard the shipping fees alone cost tens of thousands of dollars. Not to mention how valuable the roses themselves are."

"Oh my god, that is too romantic! I wonder which lucky woman managed to snag such an incredibly generous, perfect man."

"You hit the nail on the head! You can measure love by money! I heard the groom rented out the entire theater hall just for this wedding! Even the regular tourists on the yacht are invited to attend. They must be loaded. This kind of extravagance, even romance movies wouldn't dare film it like this!"